"Love" means nothing in tennis

A few months ago, Annie and I started playing tennis as a way to pass the long days and weeks of waiting to get married.

Annie played tennis in high school. My prior tennis experience, on the other hand, was limited to Camp Potoma during the summers of fifth and sixth grade, where the counselors gave up on improving our backhands after the first week or so and ended up just letting us throw the balls at each other.

Anyway, with my natural athletic prowess and cat-like reflexes, I caught on pretty quickly. And since Annie was rusty, we ended up at about the same skill level after a couple weeks.

That all ended yesterday.

I could tell within minutes that Annie had gotten her swing back when, during our warm-up rally, I lobbed her one and she smashed it so hard that I wanted to get into the fetal position right there on the court and beg her not to kill me.

The rest of the games pretty much went like that.

So the point of this story is that I'm now looking for a new tennis partner. Any takers?